After Class
You nod, embarrassment taking over your body. The class snickers as the female students look at you angrily, due to the fact that he got so close to you. You only smile back at them, and turn your full attention back to the class as they scoff.
The bell rings, and everyone cheers. They all scream and rush out of the classroom, but the girls, as predicted, stay behind to chat with Mr. McLoughlin. You stay seated, waiting for all of them to file out. They do so, in a matter of time, and he strolls over to you. You blush and cross your legs tightly.
"Y-Yes, Mr?" You ask, meeting his gaze with uncertainty. He only shows the paper that he confiscated from you earlier. It was the drawing you were were working on, of male anatomy. You had drawn the full thing, adding the last part of it during class, which was, of course, a penis.
"This isn't a school appropriate drawing, now is it, Ms. Y/N?" You only shook your head.
"Actually, sir, it is. Human anatomy is a requirement for teaching, and we must learn about our own bodies someday or another. So actually, it is for health class and science class. So yes. It IS school appropriate." You say, and cross your arms.
"Wow, Ms. Y/N. I didn't know you had an argument planned out. But good point. But, the part of the drawing that you were working on in school is the part I'm concerned about." You blush madly, looking down.
"I-I...I'm sorry. I was only harmlessly drawing the male anatomy." You put your forehead down on the desk.
"It's perfectly fine, but you have to spend another 30 minutes here. Have you finished all of your homework?" He asks. You nod.
"Well, another thing I noticed concerned me." He said, in a professional manner that made you pick up your head. You furrowed your brows and cocked your head to the side a little, not understanding.
"You kept being unable to focus. I kept seeing you looking off in different directions. Especially mine." You blush and shake your head vigorously.
"No no no no! Oh my god...No! That isn't at ALL...Mr, I..." You're at a complete loss for words. He chuckles.
"You don't understand sir. I'm not like those other females who seem to take a liking to their teacher. First of all, that's wrong, and you could get fired, and the student could get expelled." You say, and he narrows his eyes suspiciously.
"You're a smart woman. You catch on quickly." He says, and you nod.
"Thank you sir." He nods, and smiles.
"Everything is cleared up. You're free to go,
Y/N." You smile at him, and pack up your things. You leave the classroom, your mind dwindling.
